The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

As he passed through the narrow passage, he protected the Fragrant Spirit Grass in front of his chest.

He had been worried about danger on the way there and had moved slowly, taking more than ten minutes, but the return trip was much faster.

In less than seven minutes, Greg had exited the cave.

Looking at the moon that had just emerged from the clouds, Greg began to smile happily.

“Although I didn’t acquire a cultivation technique like the Five Elements Spell this time, I did find a spirit plant, which is quite a bountiful harvest!”

He held the Fragrant Spirit Grass and walked home cheerfully.

Lindsey Wolfe had always liked to plant flowers and plants in the yard. After Uncle Hall burned down her house, the flowers and plants were gone, but there were plenty of flower pots left over.

After starting to plant vegetables, she didn’t have time to deal with these, and those flower pots were now empty, just right for planting the Fragrant Spirit Grass.

Greg took a relatively large flower pot and found gardening tools like a trowel, then he went straight to the nearby vegetable greenhouse.

In the deep winter chill, the ground outside had frozen solid like stone, only in the greenhouse could one find some moist, soft soil.

Moreover, this soil, having been watered with the Small Cloud Rain Skill, already possessed a certain spiritual quality, making it perfectly suitable for planting the Fragrant Spirit Grass.

The vegetable greenhouse wasn’t guarded at night like the herb fields, so Greg easily pried open the lock, entered, took enough soil, and planted the Fragrant Spirit Grass in the pot.

Then he executed the Small Cloud Rain Skill, watered it a bit, and the slightly wilted Fragrant Spirit Grass immediately perked up.

“It works!”

Greg’s face showed delight, his greatest fear being that the Fragrant Spirit Grass would wither away once removed from its spiritually rich environment.

Now it seemed that as long as he watered it regularly with the Small Cloud Rain Skill, there was no need to worry about that problem.

I’m going to be rich!

Greg studied the Fragrant Spirit Grass with a beaming smile, his heart brimming with joy.

Although the Fragrant Spirit Grass was only a lower-tier spirit plant, in these times of sparse Spiritual Energy, it was an invaluable treasure, difficult to find even for a fortune.

Greg thought for a moment and decided to return directly to Jamae City at dawn, skipping even Riverhaven County to settle the Fragrant Spirit Grass first.

“Should I buy another house with a yard?”

The house in the Imperial View community did have a terrace, but as it was on the top floor, every time he used the Small Cloud Rain Skill he had to move the pot up a level, which was quite inconvenient.

It would be best to buy a house with a yard, keep it in the bedroom so it’s more convenient to move around, and Greg would feel more at ease internally.

Thinking this, Greg didn’t bother to check the time and directly called Adrian Wright. Spencer Burley, because of Tracy Miles’s sake, had been keeping a very regular schedule lately.

It wouldn’t be good to call him so late.

The call was quickly connected, and Adrian was indeed awake, sounding very lively.

“Brother Greg, what can I do for you calling so late?”

“Help me find a house.”

Adrian was startled and exclaimed, “You’re buying another house?”

Greg replied, “Yeah, I’m thinking of buying a house with a yard, a villa would be best, something with good privacy.”

“There are villas, but they’re more expensive and come with model-style decoration.”

“That’s fine, I can make do.”

Adrian laughed, “Okay, when you get back, give me a call, and I’ll take you to see the houses.”

“Alright.”

Having sorted out the house matter, Greg felt completely relaxed and, holding the Fragrant Spirit Grass, went back home.

The next day, as soon as it was light out, he got up early and made a feast for breakfast.

Esther Jensen, lured by the delicious smell, stumbled into the kitchen and, seeing the breakfast on the table, her eyes went wide.

In disbelief, she looked at Greg and asked, “Silly big brother, did you make all these?”

“Yeah, do you like it?”

“I like it.”

Greg Jensen chuckled and said, “Then you should hurry up and eat before it gets cold. Is your mom up yet?”

“I guess so. I don’t know, I didn’t go to her room. You go call her.”

Esther Jensen, without turning her head, dismissively answered and began eating from her bowl.

Greg Jensen was in a hurry to get back to Jamae City, so he didn’t think much of it and walked to Lindsey Wolfe’s door, knocked, and said, “Auntie, it’s time for breakfast, Auntie…”

After calling out a few times and getting no response, he was just about to leave when the door opened.

Turning around, he saw Lindsey Wolfe dressed in pajamas, looking sleepy as she came out and asked, “Why are you up so early today?”

She had just woken up, and her pajamas were quite loose. As they swayed, a large expanse of white was revealed.

Greg Jensen’s eyes went wide, and for a moment he forgot to reply.

Lindsey Wolfe instantly realized what was happening, her face turned slightly red, she was about to cover up, but then as if something occurred to her, she instead thrust out her chest and smiled, “Do you like what you see?”

“It looks good…”

Greg Jensen snapped back to reality, stammering, “Well… you should come and eat quickly. There’s an issue in Jamae, I have to go back now.”

“Hmm, you’re leaving so soon?”

“Yeah, there’s a problem with the factory there, I need to check on it.”

Upon hearing this, Lindsey Wolfe’s expression showed a hint of disappointment as she said, “Alright then, just be careful on the road.”

“Yeah.”

Greg Jensen replied and ran off as if he was escaping.

Watching his flustered retreat, Lindsey Wolfe couldn’t help but feel both amused and a little proud. She sniffed and muttered, “What a timid little pervert with a heart!”

Greg Jensen placed the Fragrant Spirit Grass on the passenger seat and drove towards Jamae City. On the way, he called Lois Abbott to update her on the situation.

Lois Abbott was quite understanding, but still showed some dissatisfaction.

Greg Jensen could understand, and after soothing her for quite a while, he finally brought up the topic of opening a supermarket in the city, which shifted the conversation.

After entering the territory of Jamae, he called Trey Holmes to have her wait for him at the Wright’s Club.

By the time Greg Jensen arrived at the club, Trey Holmes was already sitting in the lobby waiting.

“Boss.”

“Yeah, where’s young Wright?”

The receptionist at the desk quickly responded, “Haven’t seen him this morning; he’s probably still asleep. Do you need me to go wake him up for you?”

“No need, I’ll do it myself.”

“Alright.”

A new receptionist, seeing Greg Jensen head straight for Adrian Wright’s room, couldn’t hide her surprise and asked in a low voice, “Sister Hua, who is this guy, acting all high and mighty?”

The seasoned employee glanced at her and said flatly, “That’s Mr. Jensen. Here, his word is as good as the boss’s, sometimes even more so.”

The newcomer’s face showed a hint of fear as she said cautiously, “Then I better be careful in the future not to offend him.”

The veteran rolled her eyes and remarked, “Don’t talk nonsense, Mr. Jensen is a good person. As long as you don’t do anything outrageous, he won’t have a reason to reprimand you.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

The new employee patted her chest in relief, then asked, “It seems our boss only slept for three or four hours, can Mr. Jensen really wake him up?”

“Definitely. Just watch.”

As they were speaking, they saw Greg Jensen return with Adrian Wright following behind him; his eyes half-closed and his steps unsteady, he was clearly still not fully awake.

The new receptionist was stunned by the scene.

Now she truly understood what it meant for someone’s word to carry more weight than the boss’s.